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Whenever I am in the U.K. , it seems that about every half hour somebody on the television is asking for money; irrespective of whatever the charity is, it seems to come over as the same pitch: “give me munny” to save one eyed flys or three toes ants, or whatever. The fact is that getting a front office job in a charity is like winning the lottery: half a million dollars for David Miliband to effectively be a public/human relations manager for a charity is nice cake if you can get it !, and which will no doubt allow him to return to politics after his brother has successfully sunk all chances of labour being elected at the next vote.